Sci-Fi RP Negotiating the Way of Space Elven Connections

[Knight_of_None]

In the vastness of space and its harsh grasp, there was once only war, the grandiose crimson empire of the Blood Elves had struck out with a cruel crusade, to enslave and conquer the galaxy. It's Sanguine Emperor's tyrannical rule creating the bloodiest conflict in the Federations history, a time if assassin's, horror, and endless bloodshed...yet once the war broke, both massive giants found themselves in a stalemate. The countless worlds they warred for on both sides had begun to change alliances, vowing to take neutrality, scattering both of powers. It was upon the the birth of the Elven Empires 13th Emperor heir, that Imperial court had begun its schemes. Providing their grand lord with a proposal, and a bevey of Elven Se to sway his ear, an idea was laid at his feet. A way to gather worlds in the palm of their empire...slowly...gently, ti subvert them softly. A negotiation and vassalage mission to be sent out across the stars, staffed by their most wise and true of subjecs. After all, the Federations had such Envoys...if the lesser races had such ideals of 'choice' and 'free will' surely they would have no such fears for the Elfs to merely teach their ways.

 

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And of course, the figurehead of such a mission would also just so happen to be an up and coming threat to the Emperor's advisory council, which was not a subtle way to remove him from his world conquering forces and place him somewhere where his growing prowess would not threaten their positions at all... That Figurehead was Mala'Konzo, famed conqueror of a hundred worlds, and with his new orders came something rarer than an attractive Terran, a Noble Born Elfen Se. Her name, before her family had crumbled into the position of requiring her to be sold into servitude, had been Miria, but now she was just a Se. To be given a new name by her new master, before they took their position on the Envoy ship. She placed the Datapad on his desk, falling to her knees and bowing her head, the only clothing she was wearing was a featureless face mask and a thin set of underwear, her long red hair cascading down around her shoulders as she waited for his response.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Mala'konzo was leering out at the datascreens around his desk, his own death mask still affixed to his face, his mood was so sour, that his new Se could practically feel it radiating like static. His uniform had been altered, his ranks, his honors that once decorated his chest and shoulder guards gone. His war ships, his comrades, all taken away and replaced by whimpering little vermin as far as he was concerned. His new uniform as an Envoy was still hanging on the back of his door. The data slate that hit the table was just beside his service pistol. His hand reaching out slowly....unsure if he'd pick it up to shoot himself, the Se, or the walls. Perhaps all three. But he recognized her hair color. "Who are you. Se." He said as he just realized she existed in office.

 

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She shivered slightly as he reached for the pistol, before he questioned who she was, her blank mask raising towards him slightly "I... am no one, Master. My name is nothing unless you grant me one." Her voice was masked by the voice changer, hiding anything but the fact she was obviously female from him, even as she remained kneeling, her actions that of a perfectly behaved Se and nothing else. She could still feel his foul mood, feel the tension in the room even as the pistol could still oh so easily be turned on her, to sate the desire he had to kill.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Mala'konzo narrowed his eyes behind his death mask. "I will call you Trash, until I find a use for you. Is that understood, Trash?" He said as his voice growled out. "What is this to be Trash? Are you some bribe sent to salve my disgrace by those pathetic cretins on the Council?" He spat bitterly, snatching up the pistol.

 

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'Trash' gave a squeak as he snatched up the Pistol, nodding her head to his words "I understand Master... I am Trash." She replied, before nodding again as he asked her what she was "I... Yes, Master... I was sent to deliver myself and your orders..." She waited for a beat, before continuing "The... Council believed I would be a suitable salve, and if I am not, they have given you full licence to have me modified to fit your desires." That... might draw a pause. They'd given him free reign over the modification of an Elf?

 

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He did in fact pause, his finger having touched there safety....but before he could reach the trigger, her words made him tolt his head. "Is that so, Trash." He said as he angled the gun, tapped it on the desk. "And what pray tell, Trash, are you even good for?" He said as ge stood up, walking around to her. His mood was....shifting, she could sense, his sourness peaking into curiosity. Modifying Terrans was common, they were a lesser species, but Elfen? That was extremely uncommon.

 

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She had her eyes closed as he spoke, until she heard it tap on the desk, her eyes opening again to see him standing up, watching his feet as he stepped around to her "I am good for whatever my master wishes." She replied, almost immediately, her face still angled downwards towards the ground, framed by her red hair that he'd recognised... Perhaps he could look behind it, see if the face there was anyone familiar to him. Maybe there was another reason she'd been given to him, as opposed to simply mollifying his anger at his new posting... And still, the fact he was allowed to modify her... They were serious about him taking his new position and not simply shooting himself then...

 

[Knight_of_None]

He grabbed her hair, pulling it so she'd look up to him, and then pulled her mask away from her face. "I will see what yiu are good for, Trash!" He said as he pushed her, her back hitting the wall to get a look at her, leveling the pistol to her chin.

 

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She didn't put up any resistance as he dragged her up to look at him, nor when he pulled the faceless Se mask away. And as he forced her against the wall, that red hair would frame a face he'd recognize. She wasn't just any Elf, she was the daughter of one of Mala's greatest supporters, a member of the very council who'd sent him on this assignment. She cast her eyes downwards, away from his face, even as she showed no outward reaction to the pistol pressed into her chin.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"...Miria-" he said as his head tilted back...slowly lowering the pistol. "What is this- why- what's happened to your family-" he said shaking his head in disbelief. "Your House, surely they haven't sold you away, your father is on the council." He said as he stepped back.

 

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She lowered her head as he spoke, her voice surprisingly bitter without the filter of the mask "No. My father voted against giving you this position. He knew you wouldn't take this role well. So he suggested giving you an Elfen Se as a Cana. The rest of the Council agreed, but due to him voting against the proposal, they decided to punish him. They couldn't touch him directly without the Emperor intervening, so they decided that each Councillor must offer a daughter, with the council voting to decide who would be sent to you. I was the one chosen." She returned to her kneeling position, lowering her head again "And now I am Trash. Your Cana Se, Master."

 

[Knight_of_None]

Mala'konzo scowled under his mask as she spoke then dropped ti her knees. "...I believe that you are no longer Trash. I will return your name, Miria." He said stiffly. "And to prevent further dishonor to your former house...you are free to stand." He said as he turned away from her, picking the the data slate. "Your father was correct. I would sooner enjoy the flesh of a Crackler than take up as an Envoy speaking to the masses." He said as he turned it on to read the mission.

 

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She stood slowly as he returned her name to her, mildly surprised that he'd even go that far with accommodating her, although it was more than likely just him thinking of the support her father had once offered him. As he read the dataslate, he'd find a number of interesting points of his mission. The first was that he would not be speaking to the masses, and would instead be tasked with persuading the planetary leaders to convert to the Blood Elf Imperium peacefully, promising them security and power for giving up their worlds. As for Miria, she would be as she had said. Nothing more than his Se, all the power she had once had as the Daughter of a Councillor gone, her body becoming his possession. There was also a personal note from her father, asking Mala to take care of his Daughter, and hoping that she would give him fine offspring, should he decide to turn her into a Cana Vo.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Mala'konzo examined the slate, reading through it. "Hm....I see. My mission is to persuade only key figures of our way of life." He mumbled as he skimmed further then glanced at Miria. "Your father wishes you treated well." He said simply as he turned the slate off. "You will have to act well for such a benefit, and so far, you have only shown me your bitterness. If you cannot act right, I will have you bent over desk and flogged. Until you remember the pride that you should carry as a Cana Se."

 

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She bit her lip as he spoke, nodding to his words "I... I understand, Master" She replied, even as she moved to retrieve her blank mask from where he'd thrown it "Do you wish for me to remove my clothing, Master?" She asked, even as she replaced the mask, turning to face him and waiting for his decision.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"I suppose it would be best so that I can inspect you and prepare for your modifications." He said as he walked around to sit at his desk. He had never quite looked at Miria in all his years, his relationship with her father, and the constant motion of his wartime career didn't lend to collecting investment in the women about that were not already a Se.

 

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She nodded to his words, reaching up and untying her bra, letting it drop to the floor before she reached down to do the same to her panties, leaving the blank red mask as the only thing she was wearing. She stood there, arms flat by her sides as she let him inspect her front, giving him a good view of her slit and the neatly trimmed red hair above it, before she turned to do the same with her back, letting him see her curves and muscles. Honestly, she probably didn't need much changing, she was already highly attractive, even by the standards of a Blood Elf, but that was down to his decision at the end of the day.

 

[Knight_of_None]

As she stood still, he eyed her, her master waving her closer with a finger. "Closer. Sit on your master, like the lap dog you are."

 

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She flushed behind her mask as he gave the order, but nodded and walked across to him, seating herself onto his lap, her legs pressed together as she perched there, waiting for his next instruction, if he'd give one.

 

[Knight_of_None]

He ran his hands along her body, his hands grasping firmly in her tits first, squeezing them, then trainings down her curves, exploring on them with his fingers. He hummed as his fingers ran down her hips, her thighs, pulling her legs apart and running to her pussy. "Hm. Elfen are of superior blood quality, but...." He hummed thoughtfully, letting the word hang over her. Had he seen some imperfection in her? His mouth shifted, the vampirism fangs caressed her neck. "I must admit I've never had the opportunity to sup upon noble blood."

 

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She bit her lip as he explored her form, his fingers dancing across her curves after giving her breasts a teasing squeeze. She didn't try to resist as he pulled her thighs apart to give him access to her slit, a faint moan escaping her lips as he gently pressed on it. When he spoke of her blood quality, she sat up a little straighter, a little prouder, before tensing as his 'But' hung over her, until she felt his fangs rub against her neck, already choosing where he'd bite down. In response, she murmured softly "Then... It pleases me to be able to offer my master the opportunity and I hope you find my blood to your tastes"

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Hm- your disgrace hasn't tainted the flavor I hope." He purred in her ear, his fingers stroking between her legs. "I would be so...disappointed." He said as he sunk his fangs into her neck

 

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She shivered as he purred his words into her ear, another faint moan passing her lips as he continued to stroke her slit, before she felt him biting down, sinking his fangs into her body and flooding his mouth with her blood. It was... hard, for him to judge exactly how the taste was, his senses overloaded from the variety of flavours crossing his tongue, but the one thing his mind was screaming was that he wanted more. That Miria's blood was a fine, fine drink, and that her disgrace had done nothing to foul her taste.

 

[Knight_of_None]

As her blood flooded from her neck, her purity clear to his tastes, generations of clean breeding with only the best of suitors and arrangements, from Se and Highborn alike. The charity warmth it brought only making the military officer grasp onto her cheek, locking her in place as her master drunk more.

 

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As he deepened the bite, drinking more and more of her delicious Vitae, he’d hear her soft moans getting louder as her slit began to wet against his finger “Ahn~… master… my… I am sorry… I didn’t mean to make your fingers messy!”

 

[Knight_of_None]

He pulled his mouth from her neck, the enzymes in his saliva already stiffling the bleeding. "Are you a blood doll Miria?" He said licking his lips as he lifted his fingers slowly, her wet nectar sticking to them. A blood doll, a biting addict, that would get off on feeding blood to other Elfen.

 

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She whimpered as he pulled away, shifting slightly on his lap as she shook her head “I… I am whatever my master desires! If he desires a Blood Doll, I am a blood doll. If he desires Cana, I am a Cana!” She moaned out to him, waiting for his next action.

 

[Knight_of_None]

He smirked. "You are what I desire, but that doesn't really answer my question." He said as he dug his fingers inti her pussy, biting into her neck again, starting to suck intensely, gulping her blood greedily.

 

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She gasped as he returned his teeth to her neck, her eyes rolling back into her head as he gulped down more of her sweet blood, his fingers becoming coated in her juices as she became more aroused. It was hard to tell if she was a Blood Doll, or if she was simply overwhelmed, by her first bite and sexual contact.